shadowkat: (Shadow -woman)
Was reading this morning in The New Yorker, Dec. 10th issue, about Diarists - why people keep Diaries and why people read them. Diaries, the essayist points out, are not the same as blogging or journal keeping in that a diarist will keep track of every little thing that happened regardless of how important or meaningful. (Don't know, depends on the blog/journal - I think. Some people online do write every little thing they've done and do it every day. Other's like myself write whatever hits their fancy and that they wish to remember, keep a record of, and more importantly to share with others.) At any rate, my blog as you've no doubt figured out by now is not a diary or a letter so much as a public journal that serves two purposes - one to keep track of thoughts I have for myself and well to share those thoughts to the world at large or in flocked posts to a select group whose journals/diaries I read. Electronic correspondence is not the same as long-hand or letters. It's more edited, cleaner, and yet at the same time, often more spontaneous.

xmas morning )

I went to Midnight Mass last night with my folks, only Mass I go to all year not bein overly religious and more than a tad annoyed with the dogma of the Catholic Church. I did it mostly to support Momster who was singing in the Church Choir. At any rate the sermon based on the Christmas story related in the new testament according to Luke, annoyed more than moved me. It was more or less about why saying Merry Christmas was better than saying Happy Holidays. I found myself wishing the priest had said what my uncle wrote in the short piece of writing he'd sent in his annual Christmas card to my parents. Which is an analysis of the metaphorical meaning of nativity story, as opposed to the literal interpretation that we have become accostumed to.

I know most of my readers or a goodly percentage are either not religious, athesist, agonistic, or not Christian. So I hope you will bear with me while I share what can best be described as a historical and metaphorical analysis of a biblical text; I'm not sharing it to teach, inform, convert, so much as to ponder and discuss because it struck me as unique and interesting. The analysis is the piece of writing that my uncle included in his Xmas card to my parents. Before I share it - I should explain that my uncle is an ordained Catholic Priest, who has been a priest for more than 40 years, working a good percentage of that time on an Indian reservation in South Dakota. He was named after a Saint, the middle son of seven boys and three girls in a poor Irish Catholic family. As soon as he was able he retreated to the sancturary of the priesthood mostly to get away from the chaos at home.

Here's what he wrote:

An Adult Reading of the Christmas Story )
shadowkat: (Default)
Back home in NYC. Enjoyed my holiday, am happy to be home.

Saw a couple of flicks over the holiday - we rented since the pickings were pretty slim at the theaters. Only movie out that I felt any interest in I'd already seen - Casino Royale. Almost went to see it a second time with Momster, because...Daniel Craig makes a yummy James Bond. His next flick is His Dark Materials: The Compass Rose due out sometime in 2007 or 2008 - he's playing the protagonist's father, while Nicole Kidman plays the mother. This series I'm looking forward to, preferred it to CS Lewis's Narnia Chronicles for its wit (Lewis tends to take himself a tad too seriously, although he did loosen up a bit later), its ambiguity, and its strong-willed female protagonist - plus the imaginative touches. Craig and Kidman are perfect casting for the anti-hero roles of the parents - who veer from heroic to villainous and back again. We avoided Charlotte's Web - honestly the 1973 cartoon was enough. This version I can't stand to watch the previews. Spider. Ack. Definitely not a movie for the arachnaphobe in your family. There's just something creepy about watching a brown recluse spider speaking in Julia Roberts voice - yep, they've managed to make the brown barn spider look like a brown recluse.

movie reviews of Scoop, Cars, and The Proposition - vague spoilers )

Finished Christopher Moore's Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Jesus's Childhood Pal
which I highly recommend to anyone who likes dry wit and theological books. It's funny.
It's touching. It's historical. And there's a nifty five-six page bit at the back detailing the research the author conducted to write it and the points where the story merges with the real one and veers away from it. It sticks pretty closely to the actual one, more so than I'd thought. I also learned a few things I'd forgotten or didn't know - 1)Mary Magdalene was not a prostitute, no where in the bible is it listed that she was. Nor was she saved from stoning. What is stated is Jesus save her from evil spirits and she washed his feet while he was on the cross with ointment and wiped the ointment with her hair. 2)In biblical times women traveling alone away from their families, divorced, or without a husband - were often referred to as harlots. (Thank God I was born in the 1960s after Elisabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B Anthony, Queen Elizabeth I, and Betty Friedman amongst others.)3) Apparently no one mentions in detail Jesus' childhood, when Joseph died exactly, and what happened in the period between his birth and when he turned 30. 4)It was common for women and men to get married and have kids at the age of 13/14 in those days, since you were lucky to make it to 30 let alone 40. (So Jesus died old not young?) Anyhow, interesting. Also a fitting book to finish on Xmas Eve - which by the by is not really Jesus birthday - hence the reason the Gullah in South Carolina don't practice Christmas. His birth was actually in March/April - yep, Jesus was a Pices not a Capricorn. It was moved by the Northern Europeans to coincide with Yuletide - most of the Xmas practices are derived from ancient pagan rituals to celebrate the beginning of the Winter Solistice.

Just started a really good book - or at least I'm enjoying it. Swapped it from my folks. They got Lamb and I got it. Snowstorms in a Hot Climate by Sarah Dunant. Here's what the back cover says about it:

Marla's best friend, Elly, left England two years ago on a soul-searching trip through South America. Except for a few postcards, Marla has not heard from her since. Then Marla receives a strange letter from Elly begging her to fly to New York. [Marla lives in London, England - they are both English]. But the person Marla meets at the airport is a very different woman from the strong, carefree friend she remembers. Elly, now well-dressed and thin, has acquired a park-view apartment, a house in Westchester, and a charismatic, manipulative, cocaine-smuggling boyfriend named Lenny. As Marla tries to free her friend from the dual addictions of love and cocaine, she unravels a story of seduction and power in Columbia and of desire and betrayal in California. Caught in a web of deceptions, the threat of violence mounting around them, Marla decides to take on Lenny and his empire. But Lenny - like the drug he peddles - has no intention of letting Elly go.

Only 60 some pages in, but pretty certain will finish it quickly - it moves fast, is gripping, and speaks to me. First book I've read in months that fits that description.

Profile

shadowkat: (Default)
shadowkat

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated May. 15th, 2025 12:10 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios
OSZAR »